Raven's Roost
That life is a struggle, there's no denying
when the distance between light and dark
is just one misstep across the boundary line
Problematic for mankind since time began
Prompted by the reminder of crows flying
I have need to heed his words in the great book
There's truth there to find courage and strength
Armor and shield to prepare me for the fight
In chapter and verse I found it when I searched
for the way out, a way to escape the sea of madness
I pray not to get lost in the dark swells I abhor
It's the only way to assure my soul's salvation
Ravens roost there, in a forest of leafless trees
where damnation spills its virulent seeds
There, in the shadows of the valley of death—
like carrion for the picking, is how they see me
Blackguard avians wanting to spread their disease
Beady eyes following me as I walk through the mist
Waiting like vultures for me to take my last breath
To save myself from plight of battle and eternal death
I pray to defeat the demons crying out for me,
concentrate on the consciousness of mind over matter
and denounce the thought of "What will be, will be."
I must avoid the darkness for in its shadows, sings
the ruthless caws of ravens, fluttering their black wings
I've come to despise the sound of their beastly cries
Behind me the sound arises again, that baleful cawing
and ominous sight; the murder of crows taking flight
Overhead, they squawk a challenge with talons clawing
but I will face the soulless demons that tyrannise me
To their offers of temptation, I vow never to succumb
for a sin it would be to forsake my will to remain free
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